Sunday, July 11, 2010

Like the Clay VII

I-III
IV
V
VI
VII.

The cat's hiss
is that of a short fuse.

We are all ill-
tempered these days.

You arrived
at my doorstep
all messed up,

hands badly bandaged,
a grenade

lodged

in your broken teeth.

After I replaced the pin
with a bent paper clip,
you told me between gasps

(the nerve
of a tooth
exposed)

that it was the only
forbidden fruit
you could find.

5 comments:

1sojournal said...

Nathan, I read through all of the pieces, and all I can say is Wow! There are so many things hidden here in plain sight, that I have no idea where to start. Just need to go back and begin again, and move so much more slowly. What I can honestly say is that I feel that I have found treasure! I'll be back, I only hope you can be patient.

Elizabeth

brenda w said...

This is beautiful Nathan. I agree with Elizabeth, treasures await your readers!

Wayne Pitchko said...

YES....nicely done Nathan

Jingle said...

lovely poem!

http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/07/15/i-want-2-bee-worthy-of-this-waking-dream/

here is mine!

riikainfinityy.com said...

Hmmm interesting and mysterious, i have to keep reading to see what your "treasure" actually is, I am still trying to figure it out XD thk for sharing =D